I'm yours
My suitcase heart was always a sign. I’ve reflected about it again and again (and again and again), but it wasn’t until this year of...
Let's catch up
Hey there. Remember me? Remember when I used to post every Friday? I miss those days. It’s been pretty quiet around here for the last six...
Deeply and dearly
We came in second place that day. She drove over four hours on Friday, played all day Saturday, and made the return trip 24 hours after...
An unprecedented Lent
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I love Lent. It’s a mixture of a whole lot of reasons, from well-intentioned to selfish. I...
A walk is never a waste
Sometimes I wonder what it would’ve been like to live in Jane Austen’s time. The dances and dresses and calling cards and country homes...
The sabbath was made for me
When was the last time you fell asleep reading a book? I’m talking a good book, under a cozy blanket, in the middle of the day, having...
On desire and detachment
“You’re in the desert,” he told me. I was surprised, for I hadn’t considered that before. My prayer has been fairly consoling, I’m...
On losing Lauren
In ten days, my roommate is entering a monastery. After Mass and Morning Prayer on Monday, she’ll slip through the enclosure door and...
To the brim
I’ve been thinking lately of God’s extravagance. I’ve seen it in unprecedented ways in my life, starting to glimpse the way He’s using...
On kindred spirits
Anne Shirley really knows a thing or two about life. Sure, the little redheaded resident of Green Gables may be eleven and foolhardy...
